I wait hours for a minute to tick by.
Roaming from place to place.
I'm spending to much time awake.

I tell myself,
It's not that late.
Yet somehow its 4:08.

Maybe it's the noise,
There is no noise,
Maybe it's nothing,
There is something wrong.

So used to it you don't notice.
Time ticks by,
It's not that late,
Yet somehow it's 4:08.

I can't sleep.
I'm too tired.
I can't think.
It only causes stress.

I can't stop.
I never will I fall down.